I went to Bommel just to see the bridge. I saw the newest bridge: two riverbanks
that seemed in times of yore to shun the ranks, are friends again. A little time,
while I was sitting on the grass,
drinking my tea, my head full with the landscape fair and wide,
from far away right from the infinite, I heard a voice that sounded well to me.

A woman there, the ship she fared upon came slowly downstream
through the bridge to meet me.
She was alone on deck, the ship to steer.
And what she sung was bible psalms to feed me.
Oh, thought I, oh, was it my mother dear!
"Praise God", she sung, "His hand shall save and lead thee".